Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Last Friday I was informed that I "had a head on me like a kid's TV presenter" and that I should've been on Bosco. Which I was pretty happy with, considering how badly a statement from a stranger that begins with "D'ya know what you're like.." can go. This observation was from a random guy called Deckie who had struck up a conversation with the Bear outside The Stag's Head, solely based on the fact that he too was a big beardy long haired man. In fairness to him, Random Deckie provided us with a good three and a half pints worth of rants, stories and shenanigans. He'd been out since two o'clock the previous day. I have no idea what was keeping him going but it made for some damn funny conversation. Especially the story about how he went to college with a guy whose mother was the voice of Bosco and a rant that involved the phrase "it'd be like sucking off Robocop".

Thursday, March 18, 2010

One night back in November, after a few pints in The Stag's Head, the Bear and I sang (I use this term most vaguely for myself) backing vocals for The Dead Flags in a studio in Temple Bar. Followed by more pints in The Stag's Head. The Bear had been asked along to the studio because he's rather loud you see and would count for approximately 2-3 regular people noise-wise. I went along because I happened to be there at the time and figured if there was ever a way to get a credit on the back of an album this was probably a good one.

Anyway.THIS RIGHT HERE is the new single Let's Start A Fire Tonight, which features me, the Bear and a group of people who can actually sing, providing vocals of the backing variety. The album is out on 9th April. Expect blatant and frankly shameless plugging of it when the time comes.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Monday, March 15, 2010

These are from back in January, but just LOOK at the gorgeousness! Burlesque badass Miss Dirty Martini was featured in V Magazine's Size Issue running riot around the Chanel fashion studio in Paris and doesn't she just look like the best craic ever?

Or do you have a spare fiver lying around on the floor looking all "spend me" like, of a Thursday also? Well here's your answer we got a press release about a new theme night in Crawdaddy starting on the 25th of March called 'Girls Girls Girls' now before you start burning your bras it's not a new lap dancing club they're being clever with the name you see, the little scamps!

Girls Girls Girls is brand new weekly club night every Thursday at Crawdaddy from March 25th. The night will be run and promoted by a collective of Dublin’s best female D.J’s. We hope to create a different, fun, exciting atmosphere for guys and girls. We have handpicked a brilliant selection of established as well as up-and-coming girl D.J’s who can’t wait to have a good time and show the crowd what they’re made of. Music on the night will include an eclectic, fun mix of upbeat tunes including 80’s/Britpop/Electronic/New Wave and Indie. The night promises all out entertainment featuring great music, visuals, installation pieces and more. Admission is only €5 with €3 concessions.

For more on information who we are and what we do check out our blog at girlsgirlsgirlsblog it has information on the night and a brief history of the D.J’s to give people a chance to get to know us all individually. We also have a Group and Fan page on Facebook with similar information.

Please note the dj's at this gig will NOT be wearing tassels on their boobies, anyway their clothes will cover them so you wont be able to see them. sssake!

They're both strangely yet super attractive in their own way. They crack me up like no man's business. Let's face it, they're pretty downright fantastic. (Albi the Racist Dragon, anyone?)

They appear to have sold out two Dublin shows in the Olympia in less than three minutes. Thanks a bunch to Ticketmaster for the unnecessarily confusing and increasingly illegible security checks. Also a big shout out to the Master of Tickets for emailing me an ad for "Get Me In!", mere minutes after nine o'clock. Apparently it's their other company where "fans" (I use this word with unrestrained sarcasm and venom) can buy and most importantly sell tickets to major events. Seeing as the ticketmaster.ie site was proving to be useless in my quest for a humble two tickets, I chanced this other site, thinking "Well, it's Ticketmaster right? They'll hardly be allowed to screw you completely on the price, cos it's probably all monitored and whatnot, RIGHT?"

Wrong.

At seven minutes past nine, some amoral cunt has got twelve, count 'em, TWELVE tickets in two of the Circle rows. Have a look.

In sterling. For more than twice the price. And this "Get Me In!" pile of bullshit has the absolute fucking cheek to use this as a tagline.

Oh right, I get it. When you say true fans you mean evil, money grabbing, repulsive, greedy fuckbags who want to cash in on ACTUAL fans' desperation for tickets and screw us in the process.

Right, glad you cleared that up for me.

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Edit: According to MCD.ie they sold out in twenty seconds. Twenty effing seconds like. I fail to see how anybody could have managed to get tickets apart from the presale. Still raging.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

Despite the fact that an hour before the interview I managed to get trapped in a dress in a Penney's changing room in a panicked I-need-a-different-outfit-because-the-one-I-was-going-to-wear-is-actually-WAY-too-short situation. That'll teach me to live in torn jeans and dresses that turn out to have much too high a hemline. When I finally figured out that the zip had only gone down halfway I managed to free myself from my floaty floral prison, buy the damn thing and make myself look as presentable as I could manage. Armed with insider information that the organisation I was to be interviewed by loved the Obama campaign, off I went on my nervous way.

This is the flowery trap I got myself in.We've since become friends and I quite like it now.(I don't actually have a giant Hello Kitty head in real life. Not all the time anyway.)

I met the Bear for lunch right afterwards and tried to relay what they had asked me and what I had said.

I had no idea.

All I did know was that I rambled like fuck on some answers and praised the bejaysus out of the Obama campaign design, retrospectively hoping that I hadn't gone all Randy Marsh on their asses.

CHAAANGE!(This is actually hilarious if you've seen the Obama episode of South Park. Really.)

Anyway I somehow managed to pull it off and am now jobsharing with another designer, leaving me with 2-3 days off a week during which I can watch a fuckload of Murder She Wrote, thanks to the witchcraft contained in the digital tv recording box we now have.

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

About two weeks ago I reviewed the god awful Leap Year and I basically found myself hating (ie wanting to kill) the actors in it. However since then I found this little article. So Matthew Goode thought the same about the film, fair play your honesty is refreshing and good on ya for saying it was turd of a film! You have redeemed yourself somewhat, however you did still make the film so shame on you still.